Seriously.

I'm not sure if you can really make out the fact that he climbed his little self into the tub while Amiya was taking a bath and he was still diapered and dressed.

I let him out of his high chair and he went straight for the bathtub where his Didi was. I took the scenic route through the kitchen (.478 feet longer than his route) to throw the washcloth into the sink. That .478 foot difference meant one very, very full diaper, one saturated shirt and two children, giggling at the look of resignation on their adoring Mommy's face.